“When is he coming back?” he asked, eagerly.
“On Friday, I believe,” I answered. “I am not quite sure. At any rate, he will be here by Sunday.”
An odd look flashed for a moment across the man’s face. It gave me an uneasy sensation.
“Have you seen him in London?” I asked, quickly.
“Certainly not,” he answered; “I have seen no one. I have only been in England for a day or two. I shall look forward,” he added, “to the pleasure of seeing your father on Sunday.”
“And Mr. Bruce Deville?” I inquired.
He looked at me suspiciously. He was wondering how much I knew.
“Mr. Bruce Deville?” he said, slowly. “I have not seen him lately; they tell me he has altered a great deal.”
“I have only known him a week, and so I cannot tell,” I answered.